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Streets echo the last retreat |
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Dust falls to the ground |
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A mother cries help |
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While walking in paradise |
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Look around and you'll see |
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We're stripping it bare |
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Soon there'll be no place to turn |
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Who plays the hand of fools |
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With who's God given right |
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It's out of control |
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Don't it show |
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While profit oils the big machines |
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And we're short changed the facts |
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Where does it stop |
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The lifeblood is slipping away every day |
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And who plays the hand of fools |
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With who's God given right |
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It's out of control |
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It's out of control |
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And who plays the hand of fools |
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In a war torn and savage place |
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It's out of control |
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And it chills to the bone |
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And who plays the hand of fools |
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With who's God given right |
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It's out of control |
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It's out of control |
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And who plays the hand of fools |
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In a war torn and savage place |
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It's out of control |
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And it chills to the bone |
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And who plays the hand of fools |
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With who's God given right |
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It's out of control |
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It's out of control |
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Za za zoo |